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Divergence; Imperial Confederation Invasion of Kiros

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#81
Mig Gred

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Objective: B1 fun!

Allies: UCM
Enemy: CIC and allies, Scherezade deWinter 
Tags: Azure Djitred Nicair Claden Taru Cadera Valdus Bral Adenn Kyramud 

 

Mig looked over to Azure, nodding and patting her shoulder as she kept the plants at bay.

 

"Thanks Vod. Let's get moving." Mig quickly moved into the jungles, ready for a fight. If deWinter wanted to brag on killing Mando'ade, he wanted to take her out. As Mig walked through the woods, he heard the distinct clanking sound of B1 battle droids. This would be fun. B1s were dumb as Bantha Poodoo, and Mig already had some ideas. He slowly walked up, seeing some opening and quickly using one to slide in. If undetected, Mig would begin his plan. The Alor walked quietly looked for a group of droids, and quietly sliced into a tree with the lightsaber edges of his Trayc'kad. Mig then waited, closing his eyes and focusing on the tree. He then did his best to mimic one of the B1s.

 

"Hey! I found a Mandalorian. I think one of those wasps got them." If the droids started to come closer, Mig quickly snapped the cut tree's trunk, and sent it crashing on the walking scrap piles. "Di'kut beskar'ade. (Stupid droids.)"


Edited by Mig Gred, 15 August 2019 - 02:11 PM.

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Cynthia Alucard

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Cynthia Alucard, Pixie Wing Commander
Location: Hanger Bay of The Tuatha De Danann
Starcraft: TIE/IN Mark IV Interceptor (Wing Compliment of Seventy-Two) The Tuatha De Danann (HQ- Located far Edge of Kiros Space)
Attire: Flight Suit

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Engaging: None

 

Don’t chain yourself to the heart-break. . . 
 
Cyn glanced back at the reports, and noticed nothing out of the usual, all Starcraft currently within the Kiros system held Imperial Core Identification tags. Outside of the Golden Company, the only non-Imperial thing left in space was both the captured space-station above the planet, and the planet proper. Cyn dared more information from the planet’s surface, and found that nothing past the light TIE support was requested. 
 
Better the bombers than the Interceptors flying in Atmosphere. 
 
All the extra wear and tear their TIE craft would suffer through the corrosive oxygen dense atmosphere of Koris. I don’t need our TIEs flying with worn out parts and risking our combat effectiveness. Not that their combat effectiveness was required to be at their top performance, if anything Cyn wondered if they could return back to The Tuatha De Danann and let the other TIE wings handle the remaining patrols. 
 
Probably should consider that. . . 
 
With that mental note, Cyn slowly began to expand the rest of her TIE Wings to stretch their patrol routes and complete the remaining grid they were assigned to search. Their blade like wings continued to cut through the darkness, as Pixie Squadron flew silent in the vacuum of space with a refocused Commander heading their patrol. She decided that the safety of their home-ship would be their top priority, and I can delay our debriefing to my Superior as well as expand my Wing’s post-mission debriefing itself. 
 
Perhaps, Cyn could salvage this day of boredom and tedium.  
 

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Arash Garshasp

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Arash Garshasp

Location: Heading to Planet surface of Kiros, Military Outpost #1 Heading towards Next Military Objective

Objective: Defeat All Mandalorian Forces

Status: Anxious

Engaging:  Kiros Militia Forces

Allies: Khonsu Amon |Vindicta |Illyria Syresh

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Arash briefly wondered if he should even add anything to his previous statement to the AI, but with a shake of his head he decided to leave it as is and deal with that issue at a much later date. Perhaps never if I could be so lucky. Arash wanted to push those strange feelings and thoughts further away as well as anything that reminded him of such feelings. He was someone always thinking forward, ahead and further beyond to where the sun stretches out to touch.
 
Why look behind and slog to a halt to only wade through mud of past terrible memories? 
 
As if on cue, Arash turned up the power in his Anhur’s engine and accelerated himself forward at a much more rapid speed. His handling and combined with his HUD, he dodged incoming trees and other large boulders as the rest of the squadron followed suit to quickly race to their next objective. Reports were being gathered that the local wildlife and militias were bringing in slightly tougher resistance. This only brought a wicked smile across all the Anhur riders, afterall defeating an enemy with such ease, while a paycheck many would easily take, did not bring along the epic stories and legends afterwards.
 
Especially when we tell tales of how we invaded the Mandalorians and. . . . we fought no Mandalorians on our victory. 
 
The battle in Arash’s mind felt hollow, as if it was not a victory against the Mandalorians, if anything to the young Thysrian it rang hollow and sounded like a farce. With determination to either find worthy opposition or simply end this invasion soon with every swing of his lance and pierced foe. The Anhur riders continued their terror across the forest, quickly annihilating a patrol party they had seen on the previous outpost maps. The poor enemy had no real equipment to match against their vehicles, nor did any posses armor sufficient enough to even block a stray blaster round let alone a glancing blow from their lances. 
 
Arash continued to fume his Anhur forward, to their next target. To Victory. 
 

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Marriskcal Lati

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Captain Marriskcal Lati,
Commissariat for State Security & Force-Related Affairs

Equipment: Primary: Armour, Precision Carbine, Lightsaber x2 (Cyan & Azure) | Secondary: Dissuader KD-30 (with Xenoboric Slugs), Throwing Knives, 3x Fragmentation Grenades, 3x CryoBan Grenades, 1x Bacta Bomb
Location: Border of the Artisan Colony, Kiros Surface

Objective: #1, Apocalypse

Allies: Core Imperial Confederation, The Golden Company, The Confederation of Independent Systems

Enemies: The United Clans of Mandalore
 

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She walked amongst smoke and embers, the heavy fall of her steps disturbing the ashes that obscured the scorched earth. Flowing past her, the dark armoured forms of her escorts advanced swiftly, their calm and steady voices echoing in her ears over their shared comms as they made their way towards the blackened blast door of the bunker.

 

Plasma cutter?

 

Too much effort for the time it takes.

 

We’ll just try the descrambler then.

 

One of the stormtroopers stepped forward and attached the device on the door before standing back and to the side. While their briefing had mentioned that Kiros was a world that lapsed far behind when it came to technological advancement, they were not about to act in careless manner.

 

As her unit focused on getting them access into the bunker, the young woman’s eyes flickered to take in the amused bark of laughter that emanated from the mercenary that accompanied them. While she wondered why the other was still accompanying them, Marriskcal decided to stay quiet. As Corvus did not fall under her authority, she allowed him to do as he wished so long as he did not endanger their assignment.

 

Even as the descrambler blinked green to indicate the lock has been disengaged and the blast door slid open, the corporal and his men waited for a moment to scan and ensure that they did not trigger any of the security measures that may have been set in place.

 

Finding none, they proceeded to the next set.

 

This was repeated a second, then for the third and final time.

 

Holding their collective breaths, the few of the stormtroopers cursed as the bolts of red began to flash by them from their positions flanking the door. “This ought to take care of it,” one of the stormtrooper snarled, lobbing a thermal detonator towards the turrets that were keeping them from their objectives. The ground trembled even as the sphere exploded, eroding the turret within its radius.

 

Filtering into the space with their blasters raised, the corporal looked at the final barricade between them and their quarry. After breaching through three sets of compact blaster doors and taking down the turrets in the room beyond, the man did not doubt that they have finally achieved their first aim.

 

Captain, you can come down now. I’ll send Black-Four and Black-Five back to stand guard.

 

Thank you, Corporal.

 

As a courtesy to the mercenary, the blonde decided to at least inform him before she entered the bunker and began her interrogation of the beings within.

 

Corvus, I will be leaving you now. If you head east, you will reach the edges of the artisan colony within ten minutes at a sustained running pace. According to the reports filtering in, there are still signs of ongoing conflict taking place near the epicenter.

 

Without any briefing or any other exchange from the mercenary, Marriskcal could only presume that he was headed there.

 

I bid you good hunting.

 

 

Allies

Varian Alaric

 

Enemies

Adenn Kyramud | Valdus Bral | Mig Gred

Nicair Claden | Azure Djitred

 


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Vindicta

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Vindicta; Artificial Intelligence

Location: Random Bunker, Forest, Kiros Surface

Objective: Search & Destroy

Allies: The Golden Company, Core Imperial Confederation

Enemies: The United Clans of Mandalore

Ground Force Complement: Detachment & Equipment List
 

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With only facts and figures to guide <her> hand, 「Vindicta」 has yet to learn compassion. And when one considered the name that was bestowed upon <her>, perhaps <she> never would.

 

A trace of <her> thought was all that was needed for the eradicator to unleash a concentrated beam of ochre energy on the first layer, its vicinity and focused fire melting the dense durasteel door into liquid alloy and slag. The moment an opening appeared in the blaster door, one of the Nekhbet launched a thermal imploder into the breach.

 

The detachment waited for a few seconds for the explosion to dissipate. 「The Black Swallowtail」 sent <her> consciousness to the Sekhmet, sharing its perspective to peer into the bunker. And when <she> saw another barricade, the artificial construct merely sent yet another directive to the eradicator <she> was currently inhabiting, and ordered it to launch yet another burst of ionized light.

 

And again.

 

After all, a machine never tires.

 

The turret emplacements that were located past the third barricade was merely an afterthought, even as the other awaiting Nekhbet scuttled in, taking it out with a few precise shots of its rotary cannons.

 

Still nestled within the Sekhmet, 「Vindicta」 paused after instructing twenty Ares combat platforms to support the initial Nekhbet. V-F2-#005 requested for <her> attention. Through a stream of steady exchange of data from the reconnaissance droid that was observing the events of the surface from space, the being received a crucial piece of information.

 

Due to the two sentients leaving the safety of their bunker to answer a challenge set forth by one of their allies, they had inadvertently revealed the location of the bunker that was most likely to be shared by the other Mandalorians. Without any hesitation, 「The Black Swallowtail」 delivered the coordinates to the every being identified as an 「Ally」.

 

 

Allies
Khonsu Amon |
Illyria Syresh | Arash Garshasp
Nero Sirax | Draconis Caesar | Scherezade deWinter

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Enemies

Adenn Kyramud | Valdus Bral | Mig Gred
Reyn Australis | Nicair Claden
| Azure Djitred


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Kou'ha Escala

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Captain Kou’ha Escala, Imperial Navy

Equipment: Uniform & Code Cylinder

Location: Command Deck, INV Arjuna, Kiros Orbit

Objective: #2; Shock & Awe

Allies: Core Imperial Confederation, The Golden Company, The Confederation of Independent Systems

Enemies: The United Clans of Mandalore

 

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Before Kou’ha and Lieutenant Fian could continue to bring forth further conjectures, their communications officer interrupted them with a urgent missive.

 

What is it, Officer Ditri?

 

The Karna has just received a message from Command Homer and Task Group Ithaca. They have sent word ahead to inform us that they will be entering hyperspace soon and join us in the system.

 

As he felt the gaze of both his lieutenant and officer falling on his person, his mien became carefully neutral, refusing to reveal his discomfort to his colleagues.

 

Even after so many months, Kou’ha still found it trying whenever he found himself needing to work alongside the Fleet Admiral. While he had more or less made his peace with his current lot in life, the young man could not help the feeling that he was being stifled and that his father was watching his every move, waiting to reprimand him for a mistake that he had made.

 

His reprieve came from the fact that the Epicanthix was directly under the command of Admiral Verasx of Task Group Agamemnon and that he rarely had to speak to the Fleet Admiral Escala of Command Nebula in person. Before the silence stretched out for too long and his unease became obvious to the two men awaiting for a response, Kou’ha dipped his head in acquiescence.

 

Duly noted. Thank you for delivering the missive to us, Officer Ditri. We shall await Admiral Verasx’s guidance when it comes to rearranging our formation to accommodate Command Homer and Task Group Ithaca.

 

Falling quiet, Kou’ha made his way back towards the holomap, his dark eyes looking up array of vessels that formed Task Group Agamemnon, waiting for the forecasts from their admiral to come in.

 

 

Allies

Tanomas Graf | Cynthia Alucard

 

Enemies

Adenn Kyramud | Valdus Bral | Mig Gred

Nicair Claden | Azure Djitred


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#87
Har'xa Escala

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Fleet Admiral Har’xa Escala, Imperial Navy

Equipment: Uniform & Code Cylinder

Location: Command Deck, INV Enkidu, En Route from Eshan System to Kiros System

Objective: #2; Shock & Awe

Allies: Core Imperial Confederation, The Golden Company, The Confederation of Independent Systems

Enemies: The United Clans of Mandalore

 

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Seated on an austere command chair with his spine as straight as the back of a blade and his shoulders severe, Har’xa Escala beheld the bridge of the vessel he commanded.

 

His officers continued to speak in low muted tones, standing before the hololithic figure of Admiral Verasx that was projected alongside the topography of the surface of Kiros and the array of vessels that belonged to Task Group Agamemnon in the orbit above it. The admiral had already conversed with his peer moments ago and the other was merely in a discourse with his rest of his officers to disseminate further information so that they were informed before they reverted from hyperspace.

 

From the reports he has read and the continuous updates that streamed across his dataslate since the Wyvern has set down on Kiros, everything seemed to be going accordingly.

 

Well, if one only took into consideration the naval half of the plans.

 

Even then, it was a matter of the ground forces needing more time to forge onwards, rather than any true opposition. Har’xa leaned back against the back of his seat, closing his eyes for a moment as he mentally began to list some considerations he had in mind for the system when they arrive.

 

 

Allies

Tanomas Graf | Cynthia Alucard

 

Enemies

Adenn Kyramud | Valdus Bral | Mig Gred

Reyn Australis | Nicair Claden | Azure Djitred


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Cynthia Alucard

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Cynthia Alucard, Pixie Wing Commander
Location: Heading back to The Tuatha De Danann
Starcraft: TIE/IN Mark IV Interceptor (Wing Compliment of Seventy-Two) The Tuatha De Danann (HQ- Located far Edge of Kiros Space)
Attire: Flight Suit
Allies: Tanomas Graf|Kou'ha Escala | Har'xa Escala

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Engaging: None

 

Cyn eyed her holomap, it generated a rather perfect image of a planetary system fully under Imperial control, from Star Destroyers positioned in ready for any enemy fleet that might make a surprise appearance as well as the hundreds of TIEsof many variants that continued to patrol and provide a constant feed of new information. Well, new is a bit of a stretch. . . Cyn sighed as she had collected enough information to make half of a report. The Pixie Pilot was not entirely enthused with the idea of having to come up with an after-action report for their mundane operation, as Cyn wasn’t even sure of what to include in her notes on how to improve certain situations. 
 
Find the enemy? And afterwards fight the enemy? 
 
Regardless, she assumed the Quartermaster would be rather joyous to find that they were only going to calculate refueling for the TIEs and other ships. Instead of finding parts, new replacements of ships and pilots. . . with that thought in mind, Cyn quickly charted a course back to their Star Destroyer. Fuel consumption and conservation were thoughts Cyn wouldn’t imagined she’d be having, for usually there was something else to occupy her mind, such as enemies to shoot down and combat maneuvers to perform. 
 
The tedium had certainly reached its apex, and its form manifested itself as office work, reports needed to be written, and a debriefing that needed to at least stretch for an hour. Cyn maintained a bitter appearance, when she had been ordered for active duty on the front lines she had assumed that at least there was something she can shoot at to relieve some stress. And yet of this moment, she needed to contend with reports and work as she had when she was an instructor as well as the extra responsibility of being an active duty combat pilot commander. 
 
The worst of both worlds. . . . the Galaxy is a cruel mistress. . . 
 
“Pixies, head to the charted course, we’re going back home for a mission complete and a job well done.” Cyn ordered to both her wings and squadron. Of course all pilots heard the dryness in her tone and knew that she too suffered as them with nothing to shoot at, to hunt or even something to shoot at them. 
 

Edited by Cynthia Alucard, 16 August 2019 - 02:46 PM.

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Khonsu Amon

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Location: Expansion Region; Ehosiq Sector; Kiros System; Kiros - Artisan Colony.
Objective: Draw out the Mandalorian Garrison; Slaughter them all.
Allies: The Golden Company, The Core Imperial Federation.
Enemies: The United Clans of Mandalore.
Equipment: See Signature.
Ground Force Complement: 43rd Legion "The Argonauts" with Dedicated, Mechanized Support.
 
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War was a way of life to the varied peoples of Thyrsus. From an early age, they were taught the skills needed to survive the harsh conditions of their nigh-desolate homeworld; how to fight for their lives against the myriad creatures that swam through the dunes. Little changed as they grew older. They clad themselves in armour and began training with more and more types of weaponry - seeking to rise above and master the death world that birthed them. When they took to the battlefield, all that changed was their prey - from a sentient and malicious monster to a soldier standing beneath a billowing banner. The Sun Guard were exemplars of Thyrsian survival. They wore shimmering armour and charged forth into the fray; undaunted by whatever adversity that lay before them. Some had even said that the Scions of Thyrsus willingly embraced death like a brother - before laughing in its face.
 
However, while they may be similar in many respects to the Mandalorian Commandos, there was something that set them apart. It was in the eyes. For reasons unknown, the Thyrsian people - much akin to their genetic cousins - were able to see the subtle shift in an opponent's movement to determine their next course of action in a fight. This battlesight, as Khonsu affectionately called it, was a form of communication to the Echani species. While the man was loathed to admit any connection to those that once enslaved him, he couldn't possibly deny the truth. They - like his and his kin - expressed themselves through combat and chased after martial perfection. While the Echani favoured their fists, the Thyrsians lived and died by the sword.
 
In many ways, they were eerily similar to the Scions of Mandalore - that outsiders often mistook one for the other. Much like how the Jedi and Sith were seen by those who didn't know any better. 
 
It was through this battlesight that Khonsu saw through the feigned retreat employed by the Mandalorian Youth and the countercharge that it became. The subtle shift in his armour shrouded muscles, and the twitches in his wrists. All of it was signs of a competent regime of training, which wasn't surprising considering the warrior he found himself pitted against. However, his inexperience showed. He carried nothing but swords and was sheathed in a plasmatic shield - likely tooled to absorb discharged energy by enemy weapons, and shunt it towards another system; empowering it beyond optimal conditions. It was likely that the shield was layered too - capable of resisting the energized edges of his weapons or the physical blade themselves. Those were details he couldn't know until a connection was made.
 
Khonsu's shields were similar, though, instead of shunting that discharged energy towards empowering weapons or recharging batteries - it sent that energized lethality back from whence it came. While no barrier could reflect the path of a physical blade, mainly because of the laws that governed reality, it was possible to deflect the weapons' projected lethality.
 
If he had kept moving forward - those blades would've struck magnetically directed plasma instead of the weaker joints of his powered armour beneath. However, through flashing crimson lights at the edges of his visor and a materializing video feed, Khonsu's trajectory changed mid-charge. His powered armour enhanced his reaction time; his strength; and his agility by a factor of three - allowing him to do what many considered to be impossible. Combined with the activated repulsorlift engine, that fought against gravity itself, the Thyrsian Warlord threw his weight forward and leapt into the air. The Mandalorian's blades were fully committed to their strikes, and it would take a monumental feat of strength to pull them back from their projected path. He twisted in the earth-bound heavens as gravity began to once again assert her dominance; clawing at him as if it were a forlorn lover. 
 
Though his dominant fist was closed around the hilt of his sweeping blade, the left hand was freed from such a burden. As the bulwark's module was securely attached to his forearm, Khonsu's fingers found themselves shooting down to his rotating thighs. With decades of practice and experience behind him - the Thyrsian Warlord drew his kinetic pistol; drawing a bead on the Mandalorian Commando who stood above his fallen comrade. He wanted her to join up with another Lance - not because he didn't want her to be cast aside - but because of how dangerous it was for her once he was gripped by the ebbs and throes of conflict. The man couldn't protect her if he threw himself into the fray as he wanted too. No, the man had to sacrifice the possibility of victory, bashing aside the twinned strikes with sword and shield, to save his companion. 
 
It wasn't ideal, and some might even consider it foolish, but she was his - and he was greedy.
 
As the bead was drawn, Khonsu depressed the trigger. A burst of three staccato rounds raced forth from the weapon's barrel, streaking past the doubtlessly pivoting Mandalorian youth and striking the target that stood over his comrade - with a drawn blade in hand. The video he saw earlier was of her being dragged down to the ground behind him, which implied that hostile forces had managed to effectively surround them. That was when duel between the Master of the Sun Guard and the boy was over. Now? It shifted back into the brutal realities of warfare where fury and chance determined who'd emerge as the victor. He gave up the prospect of victory to save the life of one of his own. With a bash from the shield and twisting motion of his torso, the Thyrsian Warlord would've been well within the Mandalorian's inner sphere of defence; turning aside from the crippling blows to drive his own blade home.
 
However, if he followed that thread… Khonsu wouldn't have been able to sleep soundly, despite the glory he would've earned in slaying the child.
 
With the smoke from the chemical propellent billowing from his pistol's barrel, the Thyrsian Warlord spent a precious moment - which his opponent undoubtedly exploited to reposition himself - to watch as that distant Commando died, horribly. The acidic slugs struck the Commando's helmet; even going so far as punching through the figure's signature 'T'-shaped visor. Whoever that man was, or would become, ended up being eaten alive by the xenoboric substance beneath.
 
"Pick up your sword, Illyria."
"Stand, and fight."
"Prove your worth as a Sun Guard."
 

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Varian Alaric

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Varian Alaric "Corvus"
Mercenary | Gun for Hire | Bounty Hunter

 

Location: Surface of Kiros, Kiros System

Equipment: AV-1S Scout ArmorPrecision Carbine

Status: Neutral

Allies: Marriskcal Lati | CIC

Enemies: UCM

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Varian followed after the stormtroopers with lax interest. He was here to do a job, and yet, he had no actual drive to be on this planet of Kiros. It was a disgusting world, something which the man had grown accustomed to through his venture of the galaxy. Having lived on the lush world of Tamora, the young male had expected to see dozens upon dozens upon hundreds of worlds that were filled with vegetation and forests for as far as the eye could see. Yet, such dreams and thoughts of what was out there were disappointing. As everything had become to Alaric. Alaric, who had at one point always looked to the positives in life, he had looked to the good in everything no matter how small and minute in detail. In short, he had been an optimist. Yet now, found himself to be a pessimist. He had seen worlds with smog in the sky that reeked of sewage, and others which were city-planets...fallen to ruin and decay from constant warfare. It was the same everywhere, with only a few sanctuaries. Yet what few sanctuaries remained, only held bitter memories for the former Knight of Ren. Such being of his former lover, Varas.

 

Without a second word to Marriskcal, Corvus gave the armored form of the woman a simple nod of his head before venturing off into what little remained of the vegetation...now replaced by bare soil and loose rock. Such was the folly of warfare, destroying all it came into contact with and leaving only ashes behind.


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Marriskcal Lati

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Captain Marriskcal Lati,
Commissariat for State Security & Force-Related Affairs

Equipment: Primary: Armour, Precision Carbine, Lightsaber x2 (Cyan & Azure) | Secondary: Dissuader KD-30 (with Xenoboric Slugs), Throwing Knives, 3x Fragmentation Grenades, 3x CryoBan Grenades, 1x Bacta Bomb
Location: Border of the Artisan Colony, Kiros Surface

Objective: #1, Apocalypse

Allies: Core Imperial Confederation, The Golden Company, The Confederation of Independent Systems

Enemies: The United Clans of Mandalore
 

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Her armoured figure moved through the opened blast doors and past the soot darkened room that once contained the emplacements.

 

By the time she saw the forms of her unit, they had already gained jurisdiction over the civilians gathered within. Several bodies were thrown carelessly to the side, a clear warning for the others to behave if they did not want to meet the same end as their brethren. The dense haze of their terror and burn of their silent anger was near palpable to the young woman, but she ignored it as came to a stop before the togruta that her unit had pulled from the mass.

 

He was a young adult, his skin a warm bronze and his montrals lofty and proud. And even as he glared venomously at his captors, the sense of unease within him was reaching a nigh fever pitch. The stormtroopers has chosen well, for it was beings that concealed their fear and feigned their wrath and poise that wrought the best outcome… and the reluctant compliance of the others.

 

Without a word to the togruta, Marriskcal reached out with a gauntleted hand and closed it around his forearm. It took barely any effort from her end before a sickening snap crunch, followed by an animalistic howl that echoed across the vast space.

 

 

Allies

 

Enemies

Adenn Kyramud | Valdus Bral | Mig Gred

Nicair Claden | Azure Djitred

 


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Vindicta

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Vindicta; Artificial Intelligence

Location: Random Bunker, Forest, Kiros Surface

Objective: Search & Destroy

Allies: The Golden Company, Core Imperial Confederation

Enemies: The United Clans of Mandalore

Ground Force Complement: Detachment & Equipment List
 

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With the 「Search」 part of her original task completed, there was only 「Destroy」  left.

 

<Her> consciousness flowed to join the Nekhbet even as it opened fire on the sentients within the bunker with its mounted rotary blaster cannon.

 

Vindicta」 was content to remain an observer even as the combat platforms arrayed themselves in a such a manner that they were able to use their vibroswords and force pikes without hindering one another’s motions. And while some of the terrorised civilians managed to get past them, the bulk of <her> detachment were waiting outside and they too found their lives snuffed.

 

This terrible event continued without any succour for the unfortunate victims, even when they cried and begged for mercy. For each and every single piece to the mechanised contingent knew only of the objectives that they have been tasked to carry out. And the one being that sat at their helm and could instruct them to cease and withdraw did not feel any empathy.

 

 

Allies
Khonsu Amon |
Illyria Syresh | Arash Garshasp
Nero Sirax | Draconis Caesar

Enemies

Adenn Kyramud | Valdus Bral | Mig Gred
Nicair Claden
| Azure Djitred


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Lannik Hayes

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Lieutenant Lannik Hayes, Imperial Stormtrooper Corps

Equipment: Primary: Armour, Vishnu Military Shield, Cambiador Blaster Rifle, Lava Cannon, 3x Fragmentation Grenades, 4x Adhesive Grenades, 3x Bacta Bomb | Secondary: Dissuader KD-30 (with Xenoboric Slugs), AKraB Vibrodagger | Others: A platoon of stormtroopers (24 troopers, including PC) escorted by an Equaliser Tank

Location: Somewhere in this karking forest, Kiros
Objective: Draw out the Mandalorians. Search & destroy

Allies: The Core Imperial Confederation, The Golden Company, The Confederacy of Independent Systems

Enemies: The United Clans of Mandalore & Allies

 

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With deWinter’s taunt delivered and their plans made and more or less executed, the only thing Lannik Hayes and his men had to do was to stay put and wait.

 

And as soldiers, the realisation that they were purposely setting themselves as the target for an enemy whose strength of numbers were still unknown was something that made them terse. Their paranoia was only made worse by the fact that they were still stuck in the middle of this Maker-forsaken forest with bad touch vines and kark-you wasps.

 

So, all in all, every few moments, one of them were either startled by a sudden movement that was just the wind rustling the leaves, or the random movements of one of the B1 droids that continued to move into position. As for the lieutenant himself, even while he wanted nothing more than to fidget and fall into a time-honoured habit of checking his weapons and armaments, he had to resist.

 

But even time continued to pass and the things continued to stay quiet, the fine hairs on the back of his neck began to rise. His well-developed sense for detecting trouble was at its zenith. Lannik Hayes wondered if it was too late for him to huddle beneath their tank and wait until the feeling of doom passed him by?

 

 

 

 

Allies:

Scherezade deWinter 
 

Enemies:
Adenn Kyramud | Valdus Bral
| Mig Gred

Azure Djitred | Nicair Claden

 


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Kou'ha Escala

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Captain Kou’ha Escala, Imperial Navy

Equipment: Uniform & Code Cylinder

Location: Command Deck, INV Arjuna, Kiros Orbit

Objective: #2; Shock & Awe

Allies: Core Imperial Confederation, The Golden Company, The Confederation of Independent Systems

Enemies: The United Clans of Mandalore

 

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After several minutes of waiting and keeping himself occupied by going through all the briefing and information they have received thus far to refresh himself, the hololithic figure of Admiral Verasx appeared before them once more.

 

Without any further preamble as the older gentleman was wont to do, he immediately addressed all the officers of Task Group Agamemnon, outlining their current position within the system and their accomplished aims since this arrival in the orbit above Kiros. From there, the admiral prompted his XO to disseminate the new formation and roles for when Command Homer and Task Group Ithaca has reverted from hyperspace.

 

When the projected form of Admiral Verasx vanished from before them, both the captain and his lieutenant parted ways to inform the various officers to begin moving the Arjuna from its current position. With the arrival of the remaining fleet in the system, Task Group Agamemnon will be able to focus their complete attention on securing the space station.

 

 

Allies

Tanomas Graf | Cynthia Alucard

 

Enemies

Adenn Kyramud | Valdus Bral | Mig Gred

Nicair Claden | Azure Djitred


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Scherezade deWinter

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Objective: In the jungle, the mighty jungle, the lion sleeps tonight

Commanding: Seven (7) Battalions of B1's

Wearing: Armor | Pathfinder Boots | The Forgemaster's Ring | Ring of Stasis | Sofitor
Wielding: 8 Nozhi Blades | 2 Czerka knives | 2 Nastirci Combat Knives  | Copero's Wail | Fire and Smoke (lightsabers) | Combat Gauntlets | Knight Obsidian Sword | 2 TOTT-001 Arc Light Blaster | 2 Dissuader K-30 Pistols with Glitter Bullets | LAVA CANNONS!!! | THERMAL DETONATORS!!! | WHO GAVE THIS CHICK MORE WEAPONS?!

Allies: CIC & Friends | Lannik Hayes

Enemies: UCM | Valdus Bral Taru Cadera Adenn Kyramud Mig Gred Nicair Claden

Post: Seven

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Indeed, Scherezade did not take prisoners. It wasn't out of any altruistic philosophy though, or any sort of willingness to sustain lives; she was just seriously bad at interrogation. Out of several attempts that she had made on that front, only one had been successful, but that was because she'd knocked her little prisoner of war out until they reached Geonosis, where someone else could handle the questioning. When she tried to herself… It was like watching a rancor try to do perform classical ballet. While wearing a pink tutu. And point shoes.

 

But the squealing sounds that came out of her as Lannik handed her the weapons could not be mistaken – the Sithling in front of him was overjoyed, excited, and practically jumping up and down in place in pure ecstasy. She aimed it at several random points, already calculating how much lava squirting she could get away with while pretending to be taking care of rabid wasps or anything like that.

 

"Don't worry, Bringer of Lava," she grinned at him, "You've given me lava cannons. If anyone's ending up on a grill today, it won't be you. Or me. I have a pretty good track record for getting all the boys back home. Can't promise the same for your dudes though, they still haven't forwarded me the holos of you hanging upside down."

 

Was she joking? Was she confirming or denying the existence of such recordings? Was she remembering that she'd lied about it before they did their jog thing? No way of knowing. But if the troopers were sweating a little, she got to have her fun.

 

And since there really wasn't much to do until then, she kept aiming without shooting. Patience was a virtue. It was a good thing that she was known as the Paragon of Virtue.

 

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Mig Gred Azure Djitred

 

Following the voice of Mig Gred, the B1's totally fell for it. As soon as he'd said a Mandalorian was found, all blaster shots were aimed at where each and every B1 in the vicinity thought the Madnalorian was at. The result was, naturally, several volleys of shots that went to more or less every possible direction, while the B1's also walked to every possible direction.

 

As they continued to descend into the jungle, the B1's that had been amassed in that specific area now thinned out. Whereas before they were more or less together, now existed a wide gaping hole in the ring that had surrounded the CIC people and their allies. A gap that was incredibly easy to come in through without being seen by the B1's that were still part of the ring.

 

Coming through would be so easy… But would the real Mandalorians be able to make it close enough to those who wielded the lava now? Stay tuned to find out!


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#96
Karima Ibnat al-Walid

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 Officer Nazir Hashem, 4rd Kandaran infantry division
Location: Artisan colony

Allies: CIC, Golden company.

Enemies: UCM

Tags: Isobel Mattis Grayson Mattis Theodore Royce-Clarke Khonsu Amon Scherezade deWinter

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The burning hiss of blood and tissue evaporating was all too satisfying to Nazirs ears. Much more so was the sound of the Mandalorian exhaling his last breath. Before he had even realised it, Nazir had plunged the Vibro bayonet straight through his back as he crawled helplessly, the steel tip protruding out of his chest with a sickening squelch. His dark-green eyes turning to face him reminded him of wet moss as they stared at the Kandaran in stubborn disbelief.

 

The Kandaran officer watched through the augmented visor of his tan helmet as the man slowly realized that he was dead. Man was a gracious term. The Mandalorian still standing before him was barely an adult. He had none of the strength of his older veteran peers nor the resolve. Nazir had to grant the boy a token of credit in this nightmarish battle; he had not run like the Togrutan militiamen.

 

The Mandalorians lips tried to form words, but his lungs were filling with blood. It amused the Kandaran to no end. A Mandalorian begging for mercy? By Azhar how the mighty had fallen. Did the boy expect a quick end or were the Mandalorians losing their way?

 

The boy before him descended into bloody fits of coughing, a shaking hand reaching out towards the older Kandaran soldier, probably some last desperate attempt at saving his life; at making him listen.

 

It was not to be.

 

"No no STOP N-."

 

Three rapid shots and the boy was no more, his lifeless corpse fell face-first back into the mud, the surface soaking up the growing pool of blood around the Mandalorians corpse. 

 

  


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#97
Azure Djitred

Azure Djitred

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Objective: Feed the wasps

Allies: UCM
Enemies: CIC+friends

Tags: Mig Gred Lannik Hayes Scherezade deWinter

 

Azure watched as Mig toyed with the droids, and smiled at his plan. B1s were so idiotic it was hilarious. She would have laughed if she didn't hear a buzzing come from behind her, and whipped around to whistle her song. The wasp that had aimed to attack her, calmed down considerably, and slowed to a stop just in front of her, before landing on the ground. From the size, Azure could tell this was the queen of the local hive, and smiled even more. If she controlled the queen, she controlled the hive.

 

The queen, now bonded to Azure, relayed the hive's information to the witch and a hum came from her in thought. With the wasps placed in the trees, and the plants around Azure still alive with access to the river water... Yes, yes, this could work! A bubbly laugh escaped Azure's lips as her plan came together in her mind. She was no Togruta, but she didn't look like a Mando either with her lack of armor. The droids might just be dumb enough to fall for it, as Azure ran screaming at the nearest group of droids screaming bloody murder, the queen following close behind for effect.

 

"OH GODS ABOVE, PLEASE SAVE ME! I DON'T WANT TO GET MY ORGANS MELTED TOGETHER AND EATEN BY BABY WASPS! PLEASE, THE MANDALORIANS AREN'T HELPING ME, OH GODS!" ​Arms flailing, and face distorted in mock terror, Azure ran towards the droids, before whisper singing the second verse of her song to control the plants. Whether the droids fell for it or not, the vines would aim to entangle the droids in a mass plant wall.


Weapons: The Lsu Legacy Blade II Pets: Cuddles the Rancor II Equipment: Medicinal salves and drinks II Armor: Oyacyir Ta'hyapr

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Arash Garshasp

Arash Garshasp

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Arash Garshasp

Location: Heading to Planet surface of Kiros, Military Outpost #1 Heading towards Next Military Objective

Objective: Defeat All Mandalorian Forces

Status: Anxious

Engaging:  Kiros Militia Forces

Allies: Khonsu Amon |Vindicta |Illyria Syresh

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The next outpost had far fewer weapon emplacements, and nothing constructed from steel or concrete, this suited the Anhur riders just well, as all swooped in with their engines roaring. The only thing that warned the militia defenders before the Sun Guard lances and swoop-bikes raced and tore through their meager defenses. 
 
Arash in the midst of the attack poured more power into his engine as it crashed through a makeshift barricade, shattering the lone repeater blaster mounted there and with his lance impaling the gunner. The poor defender gave a blood gurgled scream but slumped to the ground with his shoulder barely attached to the rest of his body as the body fell to the ground. 
 
With the sudden loss of momentum and his Anhur slowing down, Arash eased the vehicle to a stop before quickly jumping off and hunting the remaining defenders on foot. The few that attempted to escape were quickly cut down by the rest of the riders, while Arash charged forth to a small group of three defenders. The trio shakily focused their weapons on Arash, and with undisciplined fire, they held down the trigger in hopes of deterring away the young Thyrsian. 
 
Arash held up his shield, the blaster bolts absorbed into the shield as several other glances off his armor, his other hand launched his vibro-sword through the air and cut straight into one of the defender’s chest. Their armor remained just as pitiful as their defenses, and Arash took no moment to pause, no hesitation, he bashed the next defender with his shield and smashed against the final third with body’s momentum. 
 
His legs snapped outwards to find his center gravity, and Arash regained his balance, with a graceful movement his right hand grabbed the hilt of his vibro-sword. Removed from its makeshift sheath from the dead defender, Arash sliced upwards at the still shaken defender. He slashed downwards and continued to push the blade deeper until the body slumped to the ground and three corpses surrounded all around him. 
 

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#99
Cynthia Alucard

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Cynthia Alucard, Pixie Wing Commander
Location: The Tuatha De Danann
Starcraft: TIE/IN Mark IV Interceptor (Wing Compliment of Seventy-Two) The Tuatha De Danann (HQ- Located far Edge of Kiros Space)
Attire: Flight Suit
Allies: Tanomas Graf|Kou'ha Escala | Har'xa Escala

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Engaging: None

 

Cyn sighed softly, finally a smile graced her lips and allowed the tensed muscles in her face to remove the near permanent frown she had worn for quite some time. Her hands eagerly removed her helmet and she greedily breathed into fresh air from inside the hanger, no more scrubbed air from her re-scrubbers and with her feet solidly on durasteel plates, Cyn had a few more things to smile about. After all, my patrol mission is over. 
 
The young TIE Ace quickly latched her helmet against her hip and went over to the rest of her Wing’s pilots that had chosen to await their commander in the hanger proper. Most likely they had intended to quickly get their debriefing over and heading straight to the refreshers and enjoy a shower and relax back within their bunks. Unfortunately, I cannot let myself be dragged to the bridge and suffer away by standing next to the Captain and nod away. . . 
 
“Alright Pixies, our Combat Mission debriefing. . . “ Cyn began, her voice obviously dry with humor, the lack of combat certainly gave many of the pilots a reason to ache for a chance to relax their muscles and calm themselves for a couple hours of sleep. 
 
“First, I will need your reports of your fight-craft and make sure they are refueled and ready for a moment’s notice of emergency take off-” Many of the pilots restrained themselves from sighing or giving their Commander a despondent look. “-And we will reconvene for the last part of our debrief and after-mission reports.” Cyn added.
 
Almost all the pilots stared wide-eyed, they had planned on enjoying some free time and here their cruel commander had no intention of letting them go and relax. But none dared to speak out, in fact, none even sighed or groaned instead all snapped to attention and their heels clicked together.
 
“Aye.” They spoke in unison and quickly went ahead to their new orders. Cyn wore a smile that anyone would rather go back into space and fight the entire Mandalorian navy instead. 
 
“Good, and be quick about it.” 
 

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Seto Du Couteau

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Seto Du Couteau 
Location: En route to Kiros' system
Interacting with: Himself
Bringing Own Objective: Research and Preparation for future Operations

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The added aspect of a Force User ban was not inherently a mistake, in fact it fed directly into the fears of the masses that any who commanded the Force were bound to craft themselves to be the betters of the masses and their lords. It was the same argument of how power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Truthfully, such saying was indeed hard to dispute, one only need to see how the Sith Empire became with their Sith Lords and Sith Acolytes continuously craving strength through whichever method, and commit whatever depravity to consolidate enough power to name themselves Lord. 
 
Seto agreed that even the Jedi suffered from such abuse of power, but to a much lesser extent and to a much different end result. “But, I feel as though such saying that absolute power corrupts absolutely is simply missing something,” Seto worded out his thoughts to himself. His office within the Star Destroyer continued its slow hyperspace journey through the newly acquired hyperspace lanes through their previous victories against the Mandalorians. 
 
He had been tasked to research the results and methods of the Mandalorian’s policy of Force Users and the banning of such practices to the extent that even surgical methods were put into place to forever remove one’s connection to the Force. Quite barbiac, even if I am considering the Mandalorian culture here. . . Seto eyed the somewhat sleep inducing amounts of data-slates left for him to dig through, of the countless of field operatives that had gathered the literally mountain of reports for him to read and figure out a conclusion to present to the rest of the Party Leaders back in the Core. 
 
“Power always reveals. . . “ Seto started on his own formulation of a report, Power always reveals, and enough power reveals what the people around you truly desire and through their actions their true selves are revealed. . . Seto only wondered how much power could the Core Imperial Confederacy can collect before eventually even the worst tendencies become revealed to the rest of the galaxy at large. Even Citizens have to sleep at night with an idea that their government is good, to justify to themselves the taxes they pay do not go into a War Machine solely. 
 
None of that mattered though, Seto had his job and needed to complete it without pause or complaint. 

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"The Galaxy conspires to keep us together forever."